It was also a rare chance to put on a pretty dress and go to the theater on a Saturday afternoon (I can count the number of times Beau and I have done that on NO hands--not that Beau has ever worn a dress. As far as I know.).
Denver is a funny town. It wants to be a big, cosmopolitan city (and it does attract great art exhibits, national conventions, presidential debates, etc.), but deep down, it's always going to be a cow town (the grand champion steer from the stock show ambles down a red carpet graces the lobby of the Brown Palace Hotel during afternoon tea every January. Don't believe me?)
As such, this is a dress-down town.
So an afternoon at the theater, for some, means ironing your best Tommy Bahama shirt, wearing your nice jeans, and pulling your hair into an extra-neat ponytail.
I know, I know, I know. You don't care about all this. WHAT ABOUT THE BEAVER?
I'm getting to that.
While I was admiring the sartorial exploits of Mr. Bahama, I happened to glance over his shoulder at his wife (who was much more dressed up).
She was wearing a necklace in a shape that I couldn't quite make out. Is that a parrot? No.
I looked a little closer.
No, it can't be.
And then I made Jamie look.
And we came to the conclusion that she was, indeed, wearing a DIAMOND-ENCRUSTED BEAVER AROUND HER NECK.
Which, let's face it, is all kinds of awesome.
Oh yeah.
This is the best shot I could get without Tommy Bahama noticing and kicking my ass.
You know you want one.
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